the
taste
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gold
I was a constellation, you held me so tight in the orbits of your body. O' Father, I miss you terribly; too much that I've become a fallen star.. && although I inhaled your words and exhaled stardust, I cannot get this bitter taste from my tongue.
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°// theres the thought of chrysta being over sentimental over her deceased father - cinna
°its really sad to think about and i def dont recommend the thought
°i just imagine her sneaking away from capitol torture or thirteens cement walls
°and just sitting in a field of nothingness. a bunch of overgrown wildlife.
°like gale and katniss outside 12
°styliist
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